as an ethnic Jew of an apparently Russian origin…

…Eric Balfour likely feels he has a mystical connection to my country that enables him to know for sure that a) Russian hax0rz elected Trump cuz Putin didn’t want Killary; b) every little tweet about Russia is true.

This little ignorant re-re-retweeted tweet makes me want to reanimate my twitter account just to tell the original posters – and Mr Balfour – just how much of an idiot each of them is.

Russia! Universal healthcare!

What a joke.

Yes, every once in a while you may run into a “free” doctor who is not a “fake healer” – but the odds are slim. See, state-funded medicine means all those doctors and nurses rarely get paid more than $500 (five hundred US dollars) per month, and the number of patients they are obliged to check every day is beyond any reasonable cap – they rarely are able to diagnose anything right in these constraints. You may have heard about that girl who was on the hotline with Putin this year telling the President that she’d been misdiagnosed for her back pain for years, and eventually it turned out she has cancer, and all the time has been wasted. It’s, like, “just Tuesday” (c).
Yes I had a “free” GP refer me to an endocrinologist when I was twenty and almost went into a thyroid storm. But a life-threatening condition like that is not solved by trying to book a god-knows-how-much-later appointment with a “free” specialist who’d just shrug you off if you’re any different from a textbook case – you take whichever money you have and rush yourself into a paid clinic where you will actually get help.

But of course you have to watch out so that you don’t get scammed into paying for unwanted tests and the like.

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supposing I were a Hollywood mogul…

…I’d remake this Soviet musical mini-series with English lyrics, starring Eric Balfour as D’Artagnan. I mean… eric20balfour20o920visionarios_xl

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An equally great idea would be to make a TV show about Glen Cook’s Garrett, P.I. – because (apart from height) Mr Balfour would make a perfect Morley Dotes (image stolen from the same interview).

 

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I’m not sure if Garrett Files could lend themselves well to being made into a musical, though.

here; I’m feeling bad enough to post this song

It’s as depressing as it gets, you should be warned before you click. Nobody else ever went into this sort of bloody detail on this particularly nasty emotional state. Not in plain words like that, at least.

Born as Ghosts – Sweet Sixteen

This is about me.

Looking at Eric, I don’t think that any sort of success can truly cure this. You either carry this inside you, always risking to drown, or you don’t.

The highest hope from here is this.

But it’s not a happy song, either.

Here.

more pop rock, what a morning… Still CATCHY!!

Eric Balfour’s native Californian brand of pop rock isn’t that much different from the type HH play across the Atlantic (some would say that it’s because all musicians in the world are Jews; so what, even if it were true?); but most of his stuff is even darker in tone (and as you may have gathered, HH aren’t exactly happy all the time). This is as uplifting as it gets with Mr Balfour (but listen to the lyrics: not your generic love story fare).

My favourite song is another one, actually, but it’s just so damn depressing I’m not listening to it today!!

I just hope that Mr Balfour gets over his infatuation with sports apparel business and returns to the studio. I mean, for someone who maintains he’s “a musician first, an actor second”, a lone album dating back to frellin’ 2005 isn’t much of an impressive track record. All those demos floating around clearly indicate his evolution as a songwriter, so why not release something tangible at last? It’s not that it’s rocket science anymore. You don’t even need a label.

It probably bugs me that bad because I’d actually classify him among the better kinda singers, y’know. I hate it when people are gifted with an instrument like that but take it, like, for granted.